Chords for HAPPY OL' McWEASEL - Irish Rover (Official)

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On the 4th of July, in the hundred [F] and sixth, [C] we set sail [A] from the streets [G] of our blood.
We [C] were sailing away with a cargo [F] of briefs, [C] far off ground, [G] city hall [C] in New York. _
Lost from love, far strand, [G] she was repouring down, [C] upon the wild, [G] feeding trove of her.
[C] She got sad, her own last, she looked like a stumbled ass, and we called [G] her Diary's [C] Trove. _
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We had one million barrels of the best we could rest, we had two million barrels [G] of stones.
We [C] had three million sides, up on five [F] courses high, [C] we had four [G] million barrels [C] of bones. _
We had five million [G] hearts, we had six million blood, [C] seven million barrels of [G] water. _ _
[C] We had eight million bells, up on many [F] golden hills, [C] in the hold [G] of the Diary's [C] Trove. _
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We had sailed seven years, when the mess off the crowd, and the ship [Am] blasted way [G] in the flood. _
[C] And the will of the crew was resounded, till just meself [G] and the [C] captain's all done. _
And the ship's like a rock, [G] oh Lord, father's son, [C] the boat had a fluster and [G] drive to. _
[C] Turn my lines around, and the port [F] of was up, [C] on the last [G] of the Diary's [C] Trove. _
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She's like a rock, [G] oh Lord, father's son, [C] the boat had a fluster [G] and drive to.
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And _ the port of was up, on the last [G] of the Diary's [C] Trove.
She's like a rock, [G] oh Lord, father's son, [C] the boat had a fluster [G] and drive _ to.
[C] Turn my lines around, and the port [F] of was up, [C] on the last [G] of the Diary's _ [C] Trove. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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